Show OW X ax V ax 4 eerie room of english inn by HARRY C BECK cae eh oo eo oe o e T ill wind was blowing bloing in from tl t I 1 e tea sea the air was uns very ery ua anity ta tle 4 weather menther I 1 teaten sign the door of tie golden gull shrieked rhythmically na as it wung sung I 1 the herll I 1 I 1 change I 1 old cammell proprietor of the fid rid I 1 inn grunted tile burds Is all lilt nerv nervous like and the tile skies Is lowrin the sign again the cry of the sea bird birds bounded sounded over oler the house top tho the butters shutter a banged against the pa pointless veath meath boards cr er do ou on always have haie such nn an ex citing time liebell here I 1 it led slowly vily with a smil all bell rus lus the old man nn an snored after a ion long puff 11 1 I allus claimed if tint at tills this ere place 0 mine a bit outside the ol 01 norl worl nut but once in a title a stranger stronger wanders manders in there was ivas a violent thunderclap outside it reverberated through the musty inn TI tien en the lie rain came come down in a deluge and the tile clouds lowered lovered bitty t ship in tills this continued bilge come he lie added hastily ill show holy you our room it ia out to sea and I 1 ferll like it I 1 murmured something and fol loii lowed ed the innkeeper innkeepers s lead up the narrow winding stair I 1 heard the sign shriek out again and the shut bang I 1 entered the room it was not so bare as its I 1 had expected the old min lit a tall tau candle on the wash stand with the one lie was carry I 1 in B an unmistakable whiff of oran orange e blossoms rushed by as I 1 the window where some of the pale gale came through hi thi cracks I 1 scald no tiling lug 11 ITIs a bad first sair bair cammel as as he retreated a queer look I 1 but tisa t so allus ani good night he ile shut the tile door and was gone this TBS vas an in eerie place the orange blossoms were mere all about it seemed and vet et nowhere I 1 gave up and went to the window I 1 looked out to sea nothing could be distinguished nt at first but in one of th blue hashes flashes I 1 thought I 1 saw something on the lie curve of the thun dering curf ur out in the shallows of the ack then in the darkness I 1 saw a white legit slowly sway ns as if on i the matli masthead pad of some vessel I 1 looked again but it was mas gone the cindle flickered out on the little washstand yash stand I 1 laughed nt at my imagination and vent merit to bed the shrieking of the in and the swinging shutters ring ing in my car then suddenly all of it seemed to stop and out of the contrasting silence I 1 heard beard a violin begin a soft melody I 1 was uns held field quiet by tome some unseen power and as suddenly as the violin had begun a tender voice took up the melody and the violin accod manlel go not out on the ea zen my dear isor nor breast the surging foam but hold thee to thy cottage cotti gc dear 11 atell e 11 make it bonnie home the voice echoed softly through the room each word ord was rounded so sweetly that I 1 was nas bound until the last ind will died away amay then my door opened a young man with curly black hair came in a violin under his arm he ile smiled and said in a soft voice did you like tile it I 1 leaped from the bed at this phantom I 1 tell fell in a heap on the floor 11 hen I 1 opened my eyes the sunlight vas streaming in the win dow when I 1 went down to I 1 said little bilge cammel cammell asked aked me it if I 1 had slept well I 1 nodded the room you ad zur as a little I story three years since we nd ad a little puff like last nights A boat stranded somehow out there on the reefs in the early mornin ale e raw t iw it au in the and t elp tern cm t get a boat off next mornin nin we all wint to the beach an you d be surprised what we me found 0 0 o on I 1 told him two bodies only two pro one auz a woman all got rp in weddin things like with P bunch 0 faded orange blog blossoms to ler er bome u freak eloped ns as they say and auz settin married at sea I 1 spose A pause and three iree long puffs the other auz a man with curly black air zur a violin auz near im on the beich heich after wards words v re found they were celebrin ties him a master an her an opry star ad a voice too they siy she died in this room I 1 said making my own conclusion I 1 uh huh hub I 1 grunted bilge the sign on the golden gull still shrieks the shutters abutters still bang the wind ind often blows in from the sea I 1 sometimes dream about it eng land a coast towns are queer places 0 by mcclure ne syndicate I 1 service |